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A NEW DAY by Ruth Calder Murphy

I am and always have been an early riser…

 There’s something about waking up early, when the day is truly new and knowing that swathes of as yet untouched time is spread out before me. 

I realise that I might be an enigma to many who enjoy a lie-in and the bliss of lying under a duvet, knowing that they don’t have to get up – and I can understand that too – but for me, it’s getting up that I enjoy. Always before anyone else, with enough time to luxuriate in the solitude, create things and re-energise, all in the knowledge that the rest of the day is yet to come.

The sense of opportunity – of possibility – is one of my favourite things, followed by the sense of achievement at having done these things already, before the day reaches double figures…

This poem, though, doesn’t only apply to me. Every day is a new day for each of us.

 Every day is a new day whenever we step into it – and this is my hope, for every day: to seize it, fill it with wonder and beauty and make it a new yesterday, full of memories, with no  regrets.
A New Day

This is a new day.
Its smooth perfection stretches
towards its end.
I will make footprints
and pathways,
stories
and memories
to colour its emptiness.
I will seize this day
and make it explode into
colourful stars
that will burn bright
and light my way
to tomorrow.
This is a new day.
I will make it a new yesterday
where my remembered Self
can rest
without regret.
~
Sherry Van Dyke Photography

Ruth Calder Murphy is a writer, artist, music teacher, wife and mother living in London, UK. Her life is wonderfully full of creativity and low-level chaos. She is the author of one published novel, “The Scream,” several books of poetry and one or two as-yet unpublished novels. She is passionate about celebrating the uniqueness of people, questioning the unquestionable and discovering new perspectives on old wonders. She is learning to ride the waves that come along—peaks and troughs—and is waking up to just how wonderful life really is. You can visit Ruth and view more of her art on her website here, or on her Facebook page. Her latest book is available on Amazon here, and here


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